I've been sliced to shreds, seen my body torn
I've seen more bloodshed than the Children of Corn
These wicked ways, Death is your best friend
Just a mangled corpse in a body bag to send
Digging graves in Hollywood, that's where I go
Digging graves in Hollywood, that's where I go
Call me Norman Bates cuz I'm a psycho
Call me Norman Bates cuz I'm a psycho
Two minutes with me and you're begging me to end your life
Your request is granted with my bloody butcher knife
You'll see and hear Death, he's very near
Slit throat gouged eyes, blood turned to tears
Digging graves in Hollywood that's where I go
Digging graves in Hollywood that's where I go
Call me Norman Bates cuz I'm a psycho
Call me Norman Bates cuz I'm a psycho
I'm sending all your friends to the morgue
I'm sorry I just got a little bit bored
I lose what's left of my mind on Halloween
Searching for my blood-drenched scream queen
Digging graves in Hollywood that's where I go
Digging graves in Hollywood that's where I go
Call me Norman Bates cuz I'm a psycho
Call me Norman Bates cuz I'm a psycho